Novel & Cerita They’ll Take My Heart Over My Dead Body

were bodies. All dead.

Broke through. Take it, I screamed into the dead space where our bond used to live, shoving my own heartbeat, my own heat, every ounce of stubborn, furious spite I had left, straight into his blood. Take my pulse. Take my breath. You do not have my permission to die. You never asked me first.

My entire body froze. My dead heart skipped a beat. To be Continued

Something Maya has no useful word for. The word would have to describe a man aiming twelve bodies the way she would aim one rifle, and English, having spent centuries finding twelve ways to describe uncomfortable chairs, apparently never prepared for this. Marcus turns the pack. Points it. The dead come over the west fence and meet a thing already there to meet them. One animal with thirty heads.

he whіѕреrеd ѕо low, hіѕ vоісе tіngеd wіth a level оf ѕаdnеѕѕ thаt ѕеnt a ѕhіvеr right thrоugh mе. “With every beat of mу hеаrt I knоw it’s truе, I wіll nеvеr wаnt anyone еlѕе. Mу hеаrt will оnlу еvеr bеlоng tо уоu. You possess me bоdу and soul. I’m уоurѕ untіl thе dау уоu decide уоu nо lоngеr need mе.”

Her heart could rob a man of desire, as it could instill it quickly in him. She didn't like him, but she was willing to risk it. The sofa was drenched in the blood of more than one person. The bodies lying around had their eyes gouged out, their souls ripped from them even before she tore them into irredeemable shreds. No hearts here. No souls here. No redemption here. Only death stays here.

No external influences. The bodies of the ones I have killed are scattered all over the ground. About 234 of them, this is the 235th one, the last one. For some reason, he…it wouldn't die no matter how hard I try. “Kill the heart and the brain will follow.” “Kill the heart and the brain will follow…”

The day I died was precisely a week after Sally's death. After handling her funeral, I wanted to go home and explain to Mom and Dad that I never pushed Jayson down the stairs. However, as I approached the Norman villa, I was suddenly hit by a speeding car. The driver never got out to check on me. Instead, he reversed the car and ran over my body multiple times. The only thing I could do was stare in the direction of my home before closing my eyes in resentment forever. When I snapped back to the present, I saw Dad's hand tremble violently. Then, he ripped the report to shreds and yelled, "This is disgusting! How could he even think of forging something like this just to avoid going back!"

Laughing and chuckling. “I’ll keep you alive,” “To the point where you’ll willingly want to die.” I hooked my fingers into his mouth and palmed his jaw. “Beg, and I’ll kill you.” I sneered with hatred ripping his jaw from his skull, tearing his flesh apart. My nails enlarged at the same time before ripping his heart out and his limp body fell on my feet, right eye wide opened and mouth unfurled. His heart beat in my palm and I stared at the organ for a moment before squeezing it as it got crushed under my fingers, blood oozing out and dripping down my arms.